Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scientists. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.